MagCon Imagines

Mystery//Nash Grier

so you all voted for a new imagine

so here is a new imagine

i might do the next update a part two!!

sorry its taken me so long! this was supposed to be up yesterday but i didnt realize how late id be home from the one direction concert so I just stayed home from school so I could catch up on vine edits, my writing, my twitter, and cleaning my room.

I hope you guys enjoy I put a shit ton of time into this bc you deserve the best bc its been so long(:

thank you for all your feedback!

p.s its getting harder for me to keep up with requests, I used to only get one a week but every time I update I get like 5 in so I don't know if I'll do requests anymore

this story was not a request.

Lillys P.O.V

People always warned me about drugs, how you run the risk of being addicted, how theres many side effects. But they don't ever warn you about the drugs that come in the form of blue eyes and confident smirks. Because now I'm addicted. 

My feet tip toed, the sound echoing like tapping on a desk in an empty world, except I was in an empty hallway. I skipped Math class again for the third time this week. And it wasn't because I couldn't graph a slope for my life or fill in variables for massive equations ((I'm sure my teacher doesn't even get them)), and it wasn't because of my teachers. 

It was because of him. 

Now I didn't know his name nor did I know anything about him but his eyes spoke novels and told tales of his past that he doesn't open up to anyone. He was never called on, he never spoke, and Math class was the only time I saw him. Never in the halls.

He was a mystery and I liked that.

I sat next to him and always watched him as creepy as that is, I wanted to say something, I wanted to know him. But he didn't want to know anyone. I always watched as he did his work and when he became frustrated his jaw clenched and as he stuck his tounge out ever so slightly concentrating on the problem. We had Math together for 5 months now and I didn't know his name.

I went into the girls bathroom to hide out there, but I probably still haven't answered your question. "Why are you hiding from him, he doesnt even talk to you?"

Oh but he did.

It was last Friday, I sat down in my seat and minded my own buisness for once. I decided to just try to stop with being so curious about him before I start pulling out my hair. He came in and sat down just like he always did, setting his backpack right behind him. He pulled out last nights homework and I noticed he wrote his name at the top for once. My heart rate started going up as I could finally find out what this mystery boys name is.

I concentrated as hard as I could to make out the letters

"N-a-s-h. Nash?" I thought to myself.

Letting curiosity get the best of me, I thought I'd ask him.

I tapped on his shoulder and he slightly flinched, but turned to face me.

"Is your name Nash?" He looked at me slightly surprised and nodded.

"i'm uh, I'm Lilly."

He gave a slight smirk and looked back to his paper.

Hey it was a conversation even though he didn't reply.

After learning about god knows what because we all know I wasn't paying attention, I decided to follow this boy named Nash and see where he goes. We walked through the busiest hallway.

"Is there perhaps a reason, to why you're following me?" He asked.

I stopped in my tracks and so did he. But I decided instead of acting non-chalant, to be completley straight up.

"Yeah."

"Would you care to tell me that reason?" He said turning on his heels.

"Well, you're a mystery. One that I'd like to solve."

"Yeah well don't." He said continuing to walk., so I followed.

"Why not?"

"Ha, its not worth it."

"Not worth it? I've went almost 6 months without knowing your name or anything about you, all I knew was that you were a stupid brown hair boys with the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen so tell me, if you're not worth it tell me why I'm more addicted to you than any other drug.You're worth it"

"Stop telling people that. People like me don't need false hope." he said, and I became infuriated.

"Look Nash. I tell people they're worth it because they are. I don't want anyone in the entire fucking world to get the same empty feeling in my stomach and the ear piercing screams in my head telling me that I'm not worth it and never will be. No one deserves that, especially not you."

"Stop Lilly."

The sound of my name coming out of his mouth was more wonderful than my favorite celebrity could make me feel by saying it.

"I just want to be by myself, I've spent most of my life doing that and that is what I plan to continue doing." He said.

"I don't get you. You make me stutter, you're my-" I was pressed up against the lockers.

"You need to stop preaching." He said.

He cupped my face in his hands and smashed his lips to mine, my eyes squeezed shut taking in this bliss as he moved his lips with mine, fitting like a missing piece of me.

But he pulled away and walked away, leaving me confused and empty.

And after that, I never saw the mystery boy in Math again.

gimme some feedback pls n thx

this story was v v confusing but basically its like two sides of nash

"the mystery boy" who she'll never know his name

and Nash. who is the mystery boy, but hes Nash.

that makes no sense but just roll w it